[She takes a step back, spinning the cylinder on her rapier until it selects a chamber containing a brown vial. This reminded her so much of learning to first use her Semblance when she was a child, her older sister looking over her shoulder and telling her every way she failed. Such happy memories that shaped who she is as a person.
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With a look of intense focus, she points her sword towards the ground a few feet away, a circle of light appearing on the ground bearing her family crest. With a quiet grunt, she beckons the earth to move and a cube of pure rock bursts forward, perfectly symmetrical but lacking any defining features.]
There.